Stories and News No. 1277 A question. Just one, please. I would like to ask you just one question, brother, that in Melilla you lost your life , you lost a friend , a real brother, you lost hope in humanity , or what remains of it in each of us, in the present, even before the future, in the fate, in any divinity within reach of compassion... but what am I saying? Within reach of a hand that stretches out in solidarity, magically human towards you, and helps you to rise from a wrong, senseless, cruel and merciless history. Returning the well and the badly taken from you as if they were both a divine right. I would like to ask you a question once and for all, just one, even if I am convinced that I already know the answer, brother. It will perhaps be caused by my origins, that is what I think sometimes, but it is not the best explanation. I prefer the optimistic version, which leads me to believe that certain things can be evident to anyone, regardless of the differences. I've b
Stories and News No. 1276 Once upon a time a tooth. Here is what remains of Patrice Émery Lumumba . Apparently , underlining and highlighting the adverb with a vehement bold. The news inspiring this piece is precisely the delivery to the heirs of the surviving remains of the former premier of the Republic of Congo, the first democratically elected for forty years, as well as activist and political leader, assassinated on the seventeenth January of '61 with the demonstrated complicity of the usual foreign powers. In a word, a tooth . The hero's tooth. A gold tooth from the brave champion of Congolese independence. This is all that was placed by the Belgian Prime Minister in the hands of Patrice's son sixty-one years after his death, accompanying the symbolic gesture with words that admit the “moral responsibilities” of their country and at the same time recognize the “serious wounds inflicted” and the “remarkable Lumumba's value for the independence of the Congo”. Of